Great is your pow'r and greater yet,
Manhood it might engage
If, as ye all can make a net
Ye all would make a cage.
Each nymph a thousand hearts might take
For who's to beauty blind?
But to what end a prisoner make
Unless you've strength to bind.

Attend the council often told,
Too often told in vain.
Learn that best art, the art to hold
And lock the lover's chain.
Gamesters to little purpose win
Who lose again as fast,
Tho beauty may the charm begin,
Tis sweetness makes it last.